"Fog had always seemed to her like the magic spell in the old fairy tales—a spell that caught you up and kept you safe, once you were inside it, as you would have been within a soap bubble." (Chapter 1, page 6)

"'I'd better stop and get my breath at the sailors' graves,' she thought. It was a spot where father often stopped for a moment. Greta had never asked him why." (Chapter 2, page 12)

"She knew somehow with certainty that when the road swung down toward the sea she would not find the familiar empty beach. She would find instead the once prosperous village of Blue Cove." (Chapter 2, page 18)

"Blue Cove with its winding street of houses above the cliff, its busy beach and wharves below, was something Greta believed she saw with her own eyes. Perhaps, if only she could keep it secret enough, she could...